Saturday, May 19, 2007

To Roman....(a poem not about sex)

What do you really want and how will you get it?These thoughts run rampant in your mind never allowing it to restLike a broken record they replay over and over againYou hide behind those shields it took years to constructThinking you are protected Believing no one can really see who you areOr know the thoughts within your mindWhat your desires areYou try to blend in with those around youYour sadness and loneliness Camouflaged with a false smile and eagerness

Have you built the walls so high and deep That even you yourself can no longer see The true beauty of the soul that lies within?Untouched from all dangers of the outside worldThe one wishing it could stand up and scream to allEverything you wish you could easily sayIt cries out for mere acceptanceBut you keep its voice silent beneath those wallsNever allowing it to be seen or heardWhile you seek an easy and quick solution Convinced that this is where your happiness liesOnly upon arriving, you realize you left something behind.